wooooooosh

Drumroll, please...

Iiiiiiiit's summer! And we all know what that means. The annual resurrection of Swakt lbcR. This summer could be especially interesting as every week consists of about 20 hours spent in the glorious library, engulfed by a cave of silence. Nothing inspires me to write in the blog more than a depressing brick building, an absence of windows, blotchily stained carpet, a stale smell, and a vacuum of silence. Apparently the previously mentioned do inspire sarcasm.

"Well every town is all the same when you've left your heart in the Portland rain." Good news, folks. My heart is staying inside my body this summer, as I'm staying in Portland. I'm stoked to be here for the summer, in all of its strangeness. I've been trying to adjust to the differences of the busyness of the school year and the nothingness of summer, but it's working itself out.

"Looking forward to the future, and the future is house house house house house house." However, the future is now the present. Alas, creepy "I wanna mmm" singer guy, I am now living in a house. I do believe I can now call it living, as I've just about completely moved in. Houses are different from the dorms. They have yards that you only share with three other people and physical plant instead of 150 plus Villa and Mehling. There aren't guys living above you that feel the need to rearrange furniture, bounce basketballs, and have unmentioned other competitions at 4 a.m. There are kitchens that you share with three people instead of 150. You don't have to wear shoes in the shower.

However, if you're bored you can't just wander down the hall and see all kinds of people. Well, you can, but the hall isn't very long, and it will take you about 5 seconds to discover that the others aren't home. You must call people if you want to hang out with them. That's difficult.

I knew this was going to be a dumb post when I started it, so at least it's not breaking expectations. Honestly I'm just biding the the next 32 minutes of work. I'm afraid that might be the story of this blog this summer.

I started the internship today. I hesitate to say anything because I was only there about 5 hours and only had a ton of training, including watching a safety video of a forklift squishing turkey legs. Seriously. But I'm excited. It sounds like the right mixture of mundane intern tasks (but even these are exciting things like uploading information onto amazon) and things I'm actually interested in (like editing advertisements and text for the catalogs). And I've learned Allegro is actually bigger than I thought. Apparently it's the second largest and fastest growing independent distributor of music (although also multimedia such as dvds) in North America. Today I sent off promotional cds to hundreds of major publications and radio stations to places like the New York Times, Rolling Stone, Paste, NPR, and Playboy's music department (didn't know that one existed. And definitely didn't know they'd be interested in the acoustic jazz guitar album we sent their way.)

I drank too much coffee today. I need to go to bed soon after I get off work in order to be prepared for my full day at the internship tomorrow then work at night. This could be bad.

I don't know how to end blog posts if I can't end with the lyrics of the song I'm currently listening to. (No music allowed at work. Work would be infinitely better if so.) I could end with my interpretation of the vacuum of silence. That is: wooooooooooooooooosh.

LB